Nico broke too, shooting ropes of hot cum on his stomach.
As Nico came down from the high, the dildo still lodged in his ass, Cooper wiped the jizz from his camera, clearing the view for Nico.
“Eat your come for me,” Cooper said, his face pressed up against the camera. “Please.”
Nico’s chuckle lodged in the back of his throat. “Only if you call me baby again.”
Cooper’s eyes turned sideways.
Nico reckoned it must’ve been a lost-in-the-moment kind of thing and so he didn’t push the issue. Instead, he did as he was told.
He thumbed over the mess on his stomach, collected a glob of his own jizz, and sucked it clean with his mouth.
It didn’t matter that Cooper seemingly didn’t remember saying it. The point was that he said it at all. Nico realized in that moment that all he’d ever wanted was to be called baby.
And he’d be the absolute fucking bestest good boy in the world if he ever heard it again.
Chapter Twenty-Three
april 2024 - orlando
“Welcome home to your new home,”Nico said as he opened the passenger door of the car for his father. Nico reached out a hand to assist him in getting to his feet. His father groaned as he climbed out of the vehicle, his feet landing on the asphalt of the freshly paved driveway.
His father stood by the car, supporting the weight of his body on the car door. “It’s nice.”
Natalie opened the front door of the house and waved at them.
Nico assisted his father inside, prepared to show him a tour of the ranch-style house.
Deep down, Nico understood the weight of his father leaving their old house behind, but it was falling apart and the memories painted all over the walls were only driving him crazy. The doctors said he was lucky to be alive; the severity of the heart attack he suffered had killed most men. Officially, the inciting factor for the heart attackwas an untreated blood clot, but Nico knew better. He knew the stress of losing Elon had broken something in his father. Heartbreak was so much more than a dull ache. It was visceral. It was real. And it could kill.
His father took a seat on his favorite chair. It was one of the few pieces of furniture Nico and Natalie had saved from the old house. Everything else was new. It was more than time for a fresh start for the grumpy old man who had given so much of his life to raise his three stubborn kids.
may 2024 - new york city
The flashing lights blinded Cooper, but it was part of the game of fame. He curled an arm around Stassi’s back and held her close as photographers snapped photos from across the other side of the velvet rope.
“Show us the ring,” a photographer screamed.
Stassi placed her hand on Cooper’s chest and the cameras went wild.
The big secret was officially out and there was no putting the genie back in the bottle.
Cooper took Stassi’s hand in his own as they retreated from the spotlight and headed into the dimly lit theater to watch the premiere ofKnocked Out—a documentary about professional football players suffering from CTE after they’ve faded from the Sunday nightlights.
june 2024 - key west
The breeze was a cool relief on Nico’s sweltering back.
Nico pumped Cooper’s shaft as he flicked his tongue over the slit, waiting for his reward like the good boy that he was. Cooper’s fingers dug through Nico’s hair, his grip tightening the closer he was to losing control.
Nico fucking loved watching Cooper lose control. Loved watching the other man’s layers stripped until he lay vulnerable, his throat clenching with every gasp and every moan.
Cooper cried out, “Fuckkk,” as he came down the back of Nico’s throat.
Nico swallowed every last drop and then licked Cooper’s cock clean before climbing up to take a seat beside Cooper on the small yacht. Cooper reached an arm around the back of Nico’s head and pulled him to his shoulder.
Out in the vastness of the ocean, where Nico could only faintly see a hint of the Florida coast, he felt a freedom he didn’t often have the luxury of experiencing. It was just the two of them, for two nights.
